Novel & Cerita I Hate Harrys

I just couldn't afford returning home without a job. "Well welcome aboard!" He exclaimed and slipped my file in his drawer close by. With a wry smile, I stood up and thanked him. I was to return the next day. I felt like screaming for joy, or let me say pain. Teaching was the worst job ever for me. It was my second list after detective. I wondered why I hated working, but I just had to right, this is the 21st century, and we've got to struggle to survive but to me, this wasn't what I wanted. As I cat walked, I came across a grocery shop and I hopped in. I was going to sponsor today's meal with those horrible neighbors because I got the job. They more like agents fixing people with works and

Ariel stood frozen, then broke into tears. She could not wrap her head around why he hated her so much. None of it made sense. It was like everyday with Axel came with its own troubles, including the following day.

“I never have.” My stomach drops, and I feel my insides giving way. “No,” I shake my head in denial. “That’s not true. You love me. You’ve always loved me. This... this is just some kind of breakdown. A slip. You’re just angry, I..” Harry lets out a dry laugh, cutting me off. “Jesus, Ivy. Did you hear what I just said?” He crouches down in front of me, his voice suddenly quiet but somehow sharper than before. “I don’t love you. Never have. You were a means to an end. That’s all.”

Why does it hurt like it always do? He knew he hate her but also love her, he miss her when she was not around and feel angry when he sees her, he had been thinking of a name to give his feelings for her but now, he has finally gotten it, he loves and hate her and their marriage was nothing but a LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP. End of book one.

He became very disappointed in himself for not being out there to stand for her. After a few minutes, Thea had the hair clip brought out from the hydrogen. "Here. Dipped it in hydrogen and it turned purple." She revealed an everyone saw and was amazed by it. "It indeed belongs to the culprit." She heard everyone mummer amongst themselves. "The princess is quite intelligent." Someone mummured. "Why wouldn't she be? She reads so many books." Someone added. "How certain are we that it isn't yours and you aren't the culprit?." Arabella asked.

"I hate you". Those were the only words that were constantly ringing in my head as I walked towards the café. My name is Rose and I've always been the pretty girl everyone wanted except this badass of a boy that does annoy me every time. I had promised myself that I wouldn't go back there, but here I was, standing outside the door. My heart was racing as I pushed it open and stepped inside. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit my nose, and my eyes scanned the room, searching for the person I had been avoiding for the past few weeks.

I felt anger rise in my heart because he was entirely wrong, but because the word lover boy doesn't sit well with me. “Okay, let's do some surveys on your love life, shall we?” He asked and I rolled my eyes at him, “Don Harry, I do not have a love life” Why the hell is he so worked up about this nonsense love of a thing? “Okay” he shrugged, “But my questions are just simple. You can escape it if you want. It will only prove to me that, indeed, you're a lover boy”. “Fine! Ask your question!” Because Harry was a pest beside me, none of the suits happened to be catching my attention

All I want is to forget what happened and be happy, mother. I moved my hands all over the place as I tried to explain to my mother, hoping that she would understand me more than anyone else. “I just don't want to hear anything about her.”I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. “Tell me mother,am I being a bad friend?Am I being too harsh on Sarah?Is it my fault that even though it has been five years,what she did to me still hurt this much?”I couldn't help but ask my mother countless questions.

Ijust gave in like a monkey. Looking back at how everything played out would I call that love for accepting his manipulation,??? No. I just felt I couldn't do better than harry because apparently almost everyone in school labelled me “weird” just because I didn't fit into their standards of being a typical high school student. Thinking back, I really wish I could have had the courage to give them a piece of my mind that they will probably remember for the rest of their lives. Harry was the only one who at least pretended to like me until I got on the lacrosse team and my team mates were the sweetest ever.

There are two things I love in life. One, Fridays, Two, Trading insults with Clumsy Nancy. Her name’s actually Nancy Gilbert, but I don’t even care. Nancy, she’s sarcastic, prickly and looks at me irritatingly like I’m the gum stuck to her shoe. But I find her interesting, to an extent. I love how she hates me, and I love how she knows that I love how she hates me. But I hate how audacious she is, how she tells me to shut up to my face. No sugarcoating, no fake smiles. This morning, she wore a coat that made her look like the dwarf from Game of Thrones. I don’t just get this girl. Sometimes, she's pretty dull; other times, she’s like the ‘terror’ in the popular line from GOT, ‘For the night